by L. DuBois
Damn it, that was hot.
The snap of a glove made her look up. Daniel had two black medical gloves on. He picked up a small packet of lube, ripped the top off with his teeth, and then drizzled the lube onto his fingers.
Her back passage clenched again, and she was hyper aware of her nipples, of the feeling of the air passing over her lower lip with each breath she took.
“On your knees on the blanket. I want your head and shoulders on the ground, ass up.”
Pure arousal stabbed through her. The casual way he ordered her to debase herself, to make herself vulnerable so he could play with her intimate parts, was so fucking hot.
Plug in one hand, she moved over onto the blanket he’d spread out, turned so her back was to him.
She knelt, one knee against the side of the Sybian, and the touch of the cold, smooth vinyl made her long to feel it between her legs. She wanted to ride it. Wanted the hard, fast orgasm she knew it could give her.
She very much doubted she’d be allowed to stop with one orgasm, but worrying about having too many orgasms, about how he’d demand she give him everything and then more, wouldn’t help her stay calm and obedient for this next part.
Autumn lowered her upper body, folding one arm and pillowing her face on her wrist. The other hand—the one holding the plug—she stretched out to the side, turned so that her palm was up, the toy held loosely. An offering. A signal of how ready she was.
He wasn’t gentle with her.
One moment she felt him kneel behind her, one of his legs between her calves, and the next he’d splayed her buttocks and forced the tip of one finger into her. The penetration was shocking and sudden. She cried out, surging forward, away from the sudden intruder.
He didn’t let her get away, moved with her so that the tip of his finger was still firmly embedded inside her.
“Surprised you, didn’t I?” He ran his other hand over her back, the caress not nearly as smooth as previous ones had been thanks to the glove.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did it hurt?”
“A little.”
“And did you like that it hurt, slut?”
She bit her lip, hard enough to make it ache, then released it to reply. “Yes, Sir.”
In the same cool, precise tone he said, “And this is what whores like you get, isn’t it?” He shoved his finger in deeper.
She cried out, toes curling, ass aching as he forced her tight sphincter open.
“No, no, pet. Bring your ass back here.”
She hadn’t even realized she’d shifted forward, away from him, until he said something.
With a whimper she rocked back.
“Very good. If you can stay very still, I’ll let you have two fingers up your ass before I make you take the plug.” He twisted his finger inside her as he spoke.
The sensitive nerve endings in her ass all lit up, sending a confusing signal of mixed pleasure and pain. Her nipples, just barely grazing the rough wool of the blanket, were tight, and knowing they would soon be pinched by clamps was only heightening her arousal.
“What do you say, pet?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Be specific. I want to hear the words.”
“Thank you for preparing my ass with two fingers before you put the plug in me, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” His finger withdrew, and she heard another packet open.
Cool, thick lube was rubbed over her anus and the surrounding skin. His fingertip penetrated her once more, but this time he didn’t just thrust it in. He worked his hand in a circle, pulling and pushing against her anus. After only a few moments of that, she felt the blunt tip of another invader. It was too much, she wasn’t ready. Wasn’t loose enough to take another finger up the ass.
Daniel shoved, and the tip of the second finger penetrated her. Sweet, hot pain burned at her ass, but she didn’t cry out. She only whimpered, a soft sound she repeated with each exhale.
“That’s a good whore, taking two fingers up the ass.” He pushed them in deeper and her whimpers grew louder.
Her skin felt too sensitive, her body both hot and cold. Her pussy was maddeningly empty. She needed him to fill her there too. Needed him to grab her breasts and scrub her nipples against the blanket. Needed his hand or cock in her mouth.
“Please, please,” she moaned.
“That’s right.” His breathing was labored, and she realized he wasn’t unaffected. Touching her, using her, was arousing him, making even his formidable control tremble.
That was so damn sexy.
A disinterested, or bored, partner was horrible. She’d lived through that, and it had…broken her. No. Not broken. Wounded.
Because wounds healed.
And Daniel’s touch and words, as harsh as they were, smoothed her ragged edges, coaxed the torn pieces of her soul back together.
The Doms she normally gravitated towards were those whose control was locked tight, their focus and command of themselves, her, and the scene, absolute. She knew they weren’t bored, or unaffected, because with a good Dom she could feel their attention and focus. Doms never ignored her during a scene, unless that was very specifically part of the setup—such as being tied up and put on display. But even then, their lack of attention was usually an act, and she could trust that if she showed any fatigue or discomfort the top would notice and check in.
With Daniel, it was different. He didn’t hide how affected he was by her, by their scene.
She wasn’t lonely.
Before she could examine that revelation and parse it out, Daniel’s fingers withdrew from her ass.
The loss, the emptiness, made her cry out softly, but it didn’t last.
“Relax your ass. You’re going to take this heavy plug for me, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When the metal touched her sphincter she cried out, because it was so cold that for a split second it felt hot. In the next moment the coolness of the metal soothed her inflamed, stretched flesh.
He held it there for a moment, long enough that she started to tense up in anticipation. She forced herself to relax by taking deep breaths.
Daniel waited for her to inhale, then forced the plug in. The whole thing slid into her in one shocking penetration. Her ass reflectively clenched the moment the widest part passed through, and the feel of the unforgiving, cold metal stretching her open sent a masochistic thrill through her that made her already throbbing pussy clench.
“What a good whore,” Daniel murmured. She heard him remove his gloves and then one bare hand stroked her rump. “You took that plug all at once.”
“You didn’t give me much of a choice, Sir.”
“I didn’t, did I?” He tugged on the plug.
The residual pleasure-pain from the abrupt penetration had overshadowed the more subtle feeling of fullness, at least until he started playing with it.
Plugs were diabolical, because they were almost impossible to ignore. The fact that he was playing with the plug pushed that from almost to fully impossible to ignore. At one point he pulled hard enough that she rocked back, and her anus started to open. She thought maybe he would extract and then reinsert it, but instead he held it there, at the point where she was starting to stretch, where the feelings of fullness and pressure were most pronounced.
Then he released it, and her body drew the plug back in, her anus fluttering around the narrow metal neck. Next he twisted it inside her, the circle ring that served as the base rubbing against her ass cheeks as he played with it.
He seemed content to just play with the plug, but she was not.
She needed more. Pleasure or pain, she’d accept either from him, as long as he did something. Having her ass played with was delicious, both because it was stimulating the soft nerve endings of her ass and because this checked so many of her submissive desire boxes.
She was on her knees, helpless, being used. He’d inserted a toy into her ass, and was perversely playing with it rather than just fucki
ng her with it.
“Needy slut,” Daniel murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Trying to fuck yourself on the plug.”
She hadn’t realized she was rocking back and forth, working her ass on the plug. She stilled, whimpering in frustration.
“Such a good sub, knowing she should hold still so her master can use her.”
Her master. Yes, that felt right.
“If you can hold still for thirty seconds, I’ll let you get on the saddle.”
Autumn lifted her head and looked back at him, able to see him only out of the corner of her eye. She raised her eyebrows, earning a comically evil chuckle from him.
“Bwah, ha, ha. Yes, you know that I won’t make this easy for you.”
“Of course not, Sir.”
“Time starts when you get back in your proper position.” A hard slap to her ass had her dropping back down. As she did her nipples rubbed on the blanket, and it was enough to make her groan, her toes curl.
“What felt good?” Daniel asked.
“My nipples touched the blanket, Sir.”
“I have plans for those nipples.”
Rather than reply, Autumn focused on locking her muscles, even digging her toes into the blanket.
Then she started to count.
One one thousand, two one thousand.
Plastic snapped. He’d put on another glove.
Four one thousand, five one thousand.
Fingers brushed her pussy, a glancing touch to her labia only, but it was enough to have her sucking in air even as she tightened all her muscles to keep herself still.
“Your cunt is so wet.”
Normally she hated the word cunt, but not when he said it. Not when he paired the words with a second soft stroke of his fingers down the seam of her vulva.
Eleven…ish one thousand. She’d lost count.
He opened her pussy, separating the lips so cool air touched the heated core of her sex.
One gloved finger played with her inner labia, flicking and pinching them. The urge to shove back clawed at her. If she did, his finger would slide into her. She’d get the penetration she so desperately needed.
But he’d ordered her to stay still for thirty seconds. She gripped the blanket tighter with her toes and tensed every muscle, her jaw aching.
It was hopeless, because the instant his finger slid down to her clit, circling it with a quick little swirl, she jerked and cried out. She was so aroused that the simple touch felt like he’d touched a live wire to her.
Relief at finally, finally having some pleasure was quickly followed by alarm.
“Damn it,” she groaned.
“You lasted longer than I thought.” Daniel slid an arm under her, used it to lift her upper body off the blanket. She straightened, but that wasn’t enough, because his arm tightened, jerking her off balance so she tipped into him, her back against his chest.
“My patience is almost gone,” he growled in her ear. His hands gripped her wrists. He was still wearing a glove and she could feel the one damp finger. Damp because it had been in her wet pussy.
“Use me,” she whispered. “However you want. Anything you want.”
He forced her arms up, placing them behind his head. She laced her fingers through his hair, body arched to accommodate the position.
He brought his hands together in front of her to strip off the glove, throwing it to the side before cupping her breasts.
As with the touch to her clit, it was a sweet relief when he finally grabbed her breasts. He cupped them, pinching her nipples between his thumb and the side of his knuckle.
She tightened her hands in his hair, arching into the sweet pain.
His head lowered to her neck, and she felt him take a deep breath.
“Autumn…”
She couldn’t fully hear him, his word was muffled by her hair, but she was pretty sure he’d said her name. She froze, heart pounding in her chest. He’d said her name like a benediction, with reverence and a need that had nothing to do with sex.
His fingers tightened, compressing her nipples so hard that they turned white and she screamed in pain.
“Did that hurt, slut?” Now his voice was clear, his head no longer buried against her.
“Yesss, Sir.”
“Good.” He released her breasts to grab her wrists, tugging her hands free of his hair so he could move away.
She didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to lose the full torso connection between them. Autumn protested with a moan of disappointment when he abandoned her. She shivered as cool air hit her bare back, which had become used to the heat of his body.
He tugged her hair, not hard, but almost reassuringly. She turned to watch as he went to the bag, finally taking out an accessory for the Sybian.
She swiveled on her knees to watch as he first screwed in the small metal penetration piece, then fitted the silicone accessory over the whole top of the saddle, covering the raised ridge and encasing the metal shaft. The long flat panel that lay over the ridge was studded with small bumps. The penetration piece wasn’t a dildo, but instead a four-inch tall mushroom-shaped protrusion. Daniel adjusted the angle of the insertable, stepped back to eye it, and then picked up the controller. He studied it, a little smile playing over his lips.
The Sybian kicked on, the motor rumbling to life. It was louder than she remembered.
Daniel pushed something on the remote, and the ridge down the center started to vibrate, the little nubs going blurry with the force of the vibrations.
Daniel laughed, and she glanced over to see that he was looking at her.
“Your eyes are so big right now.”
“I don’t remember it being that loud or that...” She waved her hand at it in a vague way.
“Intimidating?” He quirked a brow. “No, you’re not intimidated by this. You’re a little nervous, but you’re also aroused.”
Autumn snorted. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
Daniel’s eyes narrowed, and the Sybian stopped vibrating.
“Captain Obvious, Sir.”
The vibrator turned back on.
“Now watch this.”
He sounded so enthusiastic, that she couldn’t help but smile. Then her stupid heart clenched, a tender feeling softening the sharp, hot edge of her arousal.
That feeling didn’t last, because the Sybian made an odd noise, and then the dildo piece started to move. It wasn’t just vibrating. It was rotating.
Canted at an angle, the fat head was making a roughly 4 inch circle.
“Holy shit,” Autumn breathed.
Daniel turned everything off, adjusted the angle of the mushroom dildo, and then set down the controller.
He held out a hand. “Saddle up, lover.”
Chapter 13
The pet name gave her pause. She stopped, her hand inches from his. Their gazes meet, held.
Daniel’s brow furrowed for a moment, but then he closed the distance, grabbing her fingers and tugging her to her feet. He stepped into her personal space, and for a breathless moment she thought he’d kiss her.
She wanted him to kiss her.
She wanted to kiss him.
Instead, Daniel nudged her back a half step with his body, hips bumping hers. The long hard ridge of his cock—straining the laces of his leather—leading the way.
Autumn couldn’t help herself, she braced the balls of her feet and leaned into him, grinding her belly against his erection.
Daniel growled low in his throat, then slid his shoe between her ankles. He hooked his foot around one heel and jerked her foot out from under her. She’d guessed that was what he was going to do, so had most of her weight on the other foot, but still, she wobbled and would have had to take a few stumbling steps to catch herself if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest.
That was what she’d wanted. Autumn lay her head on his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against the bare skin, hating the tank top that hid some of him.
“Don
’t try me right now,” Daniel murmured in her ear. “My patience is very close to being used up.”
“Your patience or your control?”
His arms tightened around her. “Never doubt my control.”
There was real anger in his words. She winced. Accusing a dominant of losing control was a terrible idea.
“I didn't mean—”
He grabbed her arms and jerked her away from him.
“I’m sorry—”
“Get on the saddle.”
“Daniel.”
He froze, glanced at her. There was real anger, and maybe some hurt, in his expression.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that you aren’t in control. For me…for me, knowing my partner is as affected as I am is really important.”
He nodded, the line between his brows smoothing.
“Maintaining control is important to me,” he said after a moment. He touched her chin. “I want to know more about why it’s important to you.” He leaned in, kissed her forehead. “Later, we’re going to talk.”
“All right.”
He released her and stepped back. Then kept backing up all the way until his legs hit the chair. Shoving the bag out of his way, he sat.
The gas powered torches and landscape lighting left him in shadow, while the blanket where she was standing, and where the Sybian sat, were comparatively well lit. He was a dark outline, a powerful, hidden man who controlled her…treasured her.
Called her slut and whore, but made her feel beloved. Called her “lover.”
“On the saddle,” he commanded.
With a submissive nod, she obeyed, stepping over to straddle it, then sinking to her knees.
The mushroom dildo—as she was now calling it in her head—bumped against the plug and she hissed in reaction to the unexpected stimulus.
“Lift your arms. Fingers behind your head the way you had them before.”
She glanced up, mouth opening to protest that she needed her arms, needed to brace herself in order to work the mushroom shaped dildo into her vagina.